“There are two sides to everything that is,” she said quietly. “A facing side, and a hidden side, if you will. At any given time, it is so. But imagine that both sides are the facing sides. And that the hidden side is a third side, a side you never see. Inside the coin. The living and the dead are like the two sides of this coin. But there is a third side. And that is what these children are, these … talents.”
Did we need the coin for this? I’m not even sure this metaphor makes much sense.
